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Nov 2017
how many hours of my life have i spent
sitting on my bedroom floor
with my heart in my hands
waiting for someone
to place it back
inside me
so that i might heal
into what i do not know
since that person never came
and that gaping hole
has not healed
now
all i can do
is wonder
april 18, 2016
Written by
em  nevada
(nevada)   
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